Growing up Jewish, we never had Christmas trees, Easter Eggs, or Plastic Jesus. As a substitute, we had Hannukah bushes, passover matzoh, and Plastic Moses.
No joke. My father, not to be outdone by any Christian comedic genius (hah!) would sing:
Well, I don't care if it rains or snows-es,
Long as I have my plastic Moses
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could drive like a crazy bandit
Long as I got the Ten Commandments
Glued up there with my fuzzy dice